Can a Dog be any Gooder than this?

This is me being really really because Sandra, who is The Mother of Face-of-an-Angel-But-Really-Very-Sneaky-Ball-Thief-Miss-Daisy-Dog, is about to give me something yummtious to eat, an ANZAC biscuit. Yes, yesterday was the morning of the Big Brekkie at the Kangaroo Point Dog Park. Lots of mates were there but some couldn’t make it like Mabel whose Father Jim isn’t very well at the moment and Truffles (akaTruffie) who crossed the rainbow bridge about 3 months ago and Scoobi-Doo who has taken to jumping fences so Simon, his Father, says that he is no longer safe at the dog park. They were all missed.

We’ve come to expect lots of delicious things to eat on these special days and we weren’t disappointed; the parents had freshly baked date and apple muffins, ANZAC biscuits, ham and cheese croissants, apple and guava juice, chocolate muffins and lots of other things that they didn’t share with us. They gave us dogs-go-wacko-for-Schmackos by the barrel.

The only real disappointment is that right in the middle of a really good game that I was enjoying with Choppa The Mother suddenly put me in the car and took me to the Dog Resort so that she and The Father could go sailing and stay out all night.